Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.

- William Johnson Cory

Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.

- William Johnson Cory

All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.

- William Johnson Cory

But you go to a great school, not for knowledge so much as for arts and habits; for the habit of attention, for the art of expression, for the art of…

- William Johnson Cory

Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know.

- William Johnson Cory

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.

- William Johnson Cory